Keith Richards

“Whatcha reading?” says Spence.

“Life,” says Admin. “The new Keith Richards autobiography.”

“How is it?”

“Way better than I expected. And the parts where he talks – and the whole thing does have a conversational tone – about music are really terrific. The story of him, Brian Jones and Mick Jagger living in a squalid apartment in Chelsea and listening to records of Jimmy Reed, Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf and all those guys 24/7, taking it all apart and putting it back together, living on practically nothing but a love for music, is mesmerizing.”

“And the not so good parts?”

“That would be all the stuff about drugs. It’s tedious. And the beginning – this not very credible or creditable scene of a drug bust in Arkansas in the ’70’s – is really misconceived. Where was the editor? If you’re going to read it, skip right to chapter two, Keith’s boyhood in a crummy town near London.”

“I always liked that song You Got The Silver – Keith sings that?”

“Yeah. It’s amazing how … soul, no other word for it, can overcome the lack of a great voice when it comes to singing.”

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Well the quilter's here do tend to eat a lot. We have a snack table set up at the camp (even though they make us all the meals).

The snack table is so full that things fall off it fairly often. Really we need two tables, or a hungry dog, to keep it neat and clean.

For some reason I have never seen a dog there although kitties do hang around the kitchen's outside door.

I am sure you did a superb job herding the quilters. Abbie really wants to come so she can test the quilts, but she has to stay with Mr Staff. She has a lap job to complete during the ballgames and she can not shirk it.

I hope the Rangers do better tonight. I really hope it is a good series and not a walk over like all those boring Super Bowls.

There were 12 pitchers because the batters kept getting hits off of all the pitchers. When that happens, the manager will take out the pitcher and put a new relief pitcher in. For example, the starting pitchers didn't do as well as expected, so the managers took them out.

I suppose there were 6 errors because of nerves. They can talk about how confident the players are and all that, but they have got to be nervous. I would be nervous being in a World Series.

Hey!…Min Pin and I were talking about the game as it was happening, but all the Giants fans were missing for the most part…snort!…You can talk about his stupid beard all you want thats not going to matter at all when the Giants get squashed tonight…heh!

Reasons!…If you are talking about a pitcher like Cliff Lee who suddenly isn’t doing as well as he has before. That probably comes down to a mental problem….snort!…Physically he has the ability, but something is messing with his head… grunt!….Nerves, pressure all sorts of things affect pitchers. They are human after all…sniff!

I will take a stab at this and someone else can help me out. To pitch well is a very difficult thing to do. They have "off" days, they get nervous, and they have injuries. There are days when everything is going right for the pitcher and they are throwing the ball where they want it to go. There are days when that doesn't happen no matter how good the pitcher is. I would not want to be a pitcher. The stress would be too great. The outcome of the ballgame is basically on their shoulders. Watch their faces when they are pitching…they are tense. A batter is tense when he comes to the plate to hit, but the poor pitcher is there on the mound throwing ball after ball. No matter how great a player is, they can't be great all the time. That is just the nature of baseball.

SiberH!…Good answer!…snort!… There was no mention of Cliff Lee not feeling tip-top or having an injury so my guess it was the intense pressure to live up to all the hype and of course World Series first game nerves…grunt!… I’m really hoping he will get another chance to pitch in this series….sneeze!… He has to prove Spencer's hypothesis…heh!

I agree about Cliff Lee, Rio. The pressure would have been intense. I would have croaked from it.

Gus and Boo Bear, yes, SF has two pitchers with black beards but the one Mollie and I were talking about is Brian Wilson. The starting pitcher for SF you mentioned…his nickname is "The Freak". You can see why. I don't think he looks like a baseball pitcher either, but he has grown on me.

My mom is shutting me down now. She has to go take a friend for a medical test. She hopes she will make it back for the start of the game, but she has made my dad promise to turn on the tv for me for the game, but no computer till she gets home. blah, blah, blah

I think Linecum (don't know how to spell his name–SF starting pitcher) is cool–as a pitcher and the way he looks–literally and metaphorically.

As an "outsider" it seemed to me that the Giants pitcher started out up-tight but calmed down as the game went on before he was replaced. The Rangers pitcher (starting pitcher in both cases) was calm at the beginning (possibly even arrogant?) and then became more and more uptight as the game went on.

It seems to me that Spence's hypothesis was proven last night. They weren't pitching well so they were hitting a lot–the reason for the high score.

Grace is fine! Still a little infection, so more antibiotics. There was a cock-a-poo who took a dislike to Grace as we walked in. Grace looked at me and said, "What is that thing's problem?" She then sat with me on the seat. The cock-a-poo went nuts because Grace wouldn't fight. The owner did nothing except say, "Isn't that cute?"

My thought was, "Don't let him loose, because Grace will put her paw on his head." Oh, wait that was Pepper who did that to someone we know, right?

Anyhoo, while we were in the consulting room, someone brought a parrot into the waiting room. He was talking up a storm. His name was Peter. Grace looked at the door, and got on the floor to see if she could see or smell what was making that weird noise. When it was time to leave, Grace wouldn't leave the room. She made me go first.

No talking birds for that girl! Turns out Peter was over 47 years old. Looked very healthy and happy.

Stover — Regarding Lincecum, there has been a lot written about his physique, which is not necessarily that typical for a pitcher with his speed and overall pitching ability. It largely started with an article in the July 8, 2008 issue of Sports Illustrated (Lincecum was actually on the cover of Sports Illustrated that issue, and notwithstanding the persistent urban myth about the curse of appearing on the cover of Sports Illustrated, it didn't seem to do him any harm.) I don't remember all the details, but it got into the physics of how a pitch is thrown, the effects of throwing various types of pitches on the arm of the pitcher (and how that would affect his career, in terms of likely duration), with the article concluding that Lincecum had such a unique physique that he could fundamentally re-define how pitchers should be for the future. If you do Google Lincecum you can probably find other similar articles that deal with the physics of pitching (your Isotope friend may find that of interest as well), but the bottom line is that there is much more to being an effective pitcher than just throwing the ball hard, and there is a considerable amount of "science" that has now been applied to understanding pitching techniques. This may be way more than your ever wanted to know, but then again you may find it quite fascinating. Wookie

Wookie: That is interesting. Thank you. I'll look into him more. During one of the baseball games I watched, the announcer said that his team mates say he is unshockable…I think that's the word that was used.

Here's a business deal for you. We just heard on TV that a local community is having a meeting tonight about rat control. With Rio as manager and the awesome MagPie! you could come in and clean up – literally!

The first two years that we lived here, we had 9 trick or treaters. Then it was reduced to 5, then 3, then 1. For the last 3 years, I have waited in vain for any T or T's to come to my door. Or anyone else on the block! Nada, no one.

I don't even dress up like a bed bug to scare children. I used to have a weird hat that had an owl's head on it that I wore, but no more. The Pack has always been sound asleep. I guess our neighborhood (all 8 houses) has gotten old. Bummer.

Guess Lincecum is alot like michael phelps and swimming. They did studies on his body and determined he had the perfect proportions and arm length for the sport. We just meant that if he approached a girl at a bar and told her he was a pitcher for the Giants, she would go "Right……….."

Heh!…Who would’ve thought that Stover would be the one true Giants fan of the evening…snort!… Maybe you should call it a night Stover. Ever since you started rooting for the Giants they have been winning…grunt!…You even disabled the mighty Cliff Lee’s power last night… sniff!… Go to bed Stover! Please!…sneeze!.. I’m Begging You!

No!….The dreaded blister!…crap!… Now the wonderful CJ Wilson has fallen…snort!…Min Pin what is the next pitcher like?… Good grief the Rangers are going through pitchers like shit through a goose….dammit!…I hate geese and gooses…sniff!

The hand pictures are our specialty, the claw and the antlers. It started with the players giving each other these signs for good play. The antlers are for speed the claw for power. The shirt mom is wearing has the championship logo plus the claw and antlers.

Slump!…. 12 walks in a row, really?….snuff!…That is very bad pitching, my gawd….grunt!…I don’t think I’ve EVER seen my Rockies pitchers do that!…grump!…Min Pin, do you guys have any pitchers left???…sigh.

Whew Mollie, I was concerned that you had gone and gotten all poodled up.

I am about ready to throw in the towel. Why didn't Wash pull Holland before he completely wrecked the game? I am getting all Pinned up. Mom has to be at the Big Orange Box at 6 am, we are beginning to think that this game is not worth being tired tomorrow for. hmph.

Bee, the next game isn't until Saturday. That will give you enough time to practice your Magical Giant Power. You really got carried away in the eight inning. Not that I'm complaining, but I can think of someone who will, I mean, might possibly, complain. (Awkward sentence structure is intentional. Just because.)

I think that your Magical Power is a little like blurring. When I first started blurring I got carried away and blurred myself all the way to Venus. Now, that was wild! You are doing a great job, it needs to be toned down just a smidge.